A shaky stance and tainted soul projects mystery
Fuzzy flashbacks of what was once realized
Disappears into the black hole, never to be found
I struggled and couldn't make means of forever
I strived to make clear of questionable events
I yearn for clear skies and only receive the gloom doom
Overcast of confusion and sadness trail on
I'm left empty, unanswered, and unsatisfied
I'm being dealt cards of strategic devious acts
Scratching at a stubborn scab, I become anxious
I'm only wishing to bleed so I can kill all that is unpure
7-2013
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